Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mars. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.